Almost at the Dolphin now, but feel free to guess how the quality of the Bass has been improved by adding another seven beers on the bar.
First up, I spent half an hour finding somewhere to park my car for the next 3 days without paying a penny. I think it was Okehampton.
Parking is extortionate in Plymouth, worse than Cambridge, but I guess that keeps the Cornish out.
I stayed in independent student accommodation again; this one was bang centre and £61.65 for 3 nights. Worth 65p alone for the view from my window.
The WiFi worked, the room was clean and while it’s true that someone made their way into the wrong room at 3.30am, at least it wasn’t my room. Or my pants on the stairwell in the morning.
I’ll stay again though, and probably try the specialist chilli beer bar on Notte Street (I assume that’s what it is).
Plymouth is much more than pubs, of course, there’s Chinese takeaways as well, but this was a great opportunity to boost my paltry Devon GBG count.
Starting with the oldest pub in Plymouth.
The Minerva doesn’t look that old, ancient pubs rarely do.
I suspect the oldest thing there is the Tubz machine. Reminds me of a slightly scruffy old pub in Market Drayton that Curry Charles will recall the name of.
Some of it doesn’t work,
but it’s quite Proper Pubby in a way that the Barbican isn’t always, and was filling up with Old Boys ahead of the inevitable Thursday Night Is Folk session, which makes a change from student quiz night.
A chatty Landlady, a decent strong beer from St Austell, and 15th century man bag hooks.
I entered to the strains of “Ideal World” by the Christians, which at least shows Plymouth has reached 1987, which is 5 years ahead of New York.
Then this came on.
Well, haven’t heard that for 35 years, let alone in a pub.
“Who’s this ?”
“It’s ABBA mate”
“Oh, Shazza (Shazam) says it’s Blonkmonge”
“Though she sounded a bit wobbly”
Honestly, what more do you want from a pub ?